Frank Turner - Song to bob

^CI'm out here a thousand ^Fmiles from my ^Chome ^FWalking a ^Croad other ^Gmen have gone d^Cown ^CI'm seeing a new world of ^Fpeople and ^Cthings ^CHear paupers and ^Gpeasants and ^Fprinces and ^Ckings.

^CHey hey Bob Dylan I ^Fcovered your s^Cong About a ^Ffunny old ^Cworld that'^Gs coming al^Cong ^CSeems sick and it's hungry, it's ^Ftired and it's ^Ctorn ^CIt looks like it's ^Gdying and it's ^Fhardly been ^Cborn.

^CHey hey Bob Dylan but I ^Fknow that you ^Cknow All the ^Fthings that I'm ^Csaying and a ^Gmany times ^Cmore ^CI'm singing you the song but I ^Fcan't you sing ^Cenough C G F 'C^Cause there's not many men that've done the things that you've done.

^CHere's to Springsteen and Cohen and ^FNeil Young ^Ctoo ^FAll the good^C people that ^Gtravelled with^C you ^CHere's to the hearts and the h^Fands of the ^Cmen ^CThat come with the ^Gdust and are ^Fgone with the ^Cwind.

^CI'm leaving tomorrow but I ^Fcould leave ^Ctoday Some^Fwhere down the ^Croad, some^Gwhere, some^Cday ^CThe very last thing that I^F'd want to ^Cdo C G F C-F-C Is to say I've been hitting some hard travelling too.